I looked up, sweat beading down my face, leaving streaks of various
make up which I had borrowed from Macy's in order to disguise myself.
My target was aware of my intentions, so these precautions were a
necessary implementation. With a fake mustache glued to my face, I
walked out of the store, and began scouting out the terrain, and as I
was doing so, I spotted the man! Twas him! I drew forth Narcisses...A
family heirloom, this battle spoon was passed for many generations, and
used to cook dinner on family pasta nights. Anyway, parkouring over
various obstructions, I caught up to my enemy on the escalator... Hands
shaking, eye twitching, I came up Trenton, and whispered "You're
terminated". With a single motion, I cut open his throat, and tossed his
dead carcass over the side. The message was clear, and his assassin
partner whimpered with fear as he withdrew into the crowd of
spectators.
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